“Nymmie!” A young girl with golden hair ran towards Nymphadora.
“Nymmie?” Nymphadora giggled. “My name is Nym-pa-doo-ray. Nym-pha-do-re?” She sounded it out and giggled along with the other girl.
“I like Nymmie. It isn’t hard like your other name.” The blonde girl said.
“Me too. Want to go play on the swings, Ashley?” ‘Nymmie’ asked hopefully, putting down her pail and shovel.
“Nuh uh. I can’t.”
“Why?” Nymmie asked.
“My mommy said no. Lookie- my leg has a boo-boo on it from the slide.” She held out the scabby scrape for Nymmie to see.
“Cool! I got hurt too one time, on the slide. But my mommy made it all better so I didn’t get to have a scab like you. Why can’t you play with me?”
“My mommy said that I have to move.” Ashley said sadly.
“To where?” Nymmie felt like she had just dropped her cookie in the sand. Ashley? Leave? But she couldn’t…
“My daddy said that we were going to Au-trail-eeya.” Ashley’s eyes watered. “I don’t wanna move to Au-trail-eeya, Nymmie!”
Nymmie put down her shovel and climbed out of the sand box. She sat on the grass next to the swings and thought. And thought. And thought. Finally, five year old Nymphadora Tonks came up with a solution.
“I’ll go to Au-trail-eeya for you! Watch me!” She screwed her face up and after a minute of squinting, she morphed into a copy of Ashley.
“You can hide under the table while I go to you house. Then I’ll escape and we can runaway to… Iceland.” Nymmie said firmly. “Then your parents will be so
sorry that they tried to make you move that you’ll have
to stay here.”
“Hide!” Nymmie urged. Ashley toddled towards a picnic bench and hid.
“There you are, Ashley!” A round-faced, smiling brunette picked up Nymmie and kissed her forehead. “Did you say goodbye to Nymphadora?”
“Good girl. You’ll see her again someday when you go to Hogwarts like your brother. Now let’s go get your backpack. We have a plane to catch in two hours.”
She put Nymmie down and headed towards the cubbies. Nymmie followed eagerly after her. Ashley’s mom had chocolate biscuits
in her purse! She trotted to try and keep up but tripped and fell.
“AAHHHHOOOOWWWWWWWWW!” She wailed. All pretense of being Ashley faded away.
“Nymphadora?” Ashley’s mother gasped. “Oh god, where’s Ashley? Wait, are you alright darling?”
“I WANT MY MOMMY!” she wailed out even louder.
“Oh, oh, look! See? There’s your mommy!” Andi Tonks had just Apparated at the door of the daycare. She swooped down upon Nymmie and hugged her close.
“Show me where it hurts… There’s a good girl.” Andi soothed. Ashley ran in from the playground and ran to Nymmie.
“I’m, I’m sorry, Ashley.” Nymmie sobbed.
“It’s okay, Nymmie.” Ashley was crying now too. “I’d miss my mommy too much.”
Nymmie wretched herself out of Andi’s grasp and held her friend tight.
“I <i>will</i> see you again someday.” She whispered fiercely. “I promise.”